“Qualis artifex pereo” (what an artist dies with me) were supposedly the Roman emperor Nero’s last words.
Whoever happens to be in charge of deciding release dates at Lujo Records deserves the Presidential Medal of Freedom or the Nobel Prize or something roughly equivalent. Maybe a Klondike bar.
Big Star’s career never hit any of the standard narrative points — they went from guileless, fresh-faced power-poppers to loose-limbed, self-aware smart-asses after just one album
Much is written about this Minnesotan albino Muslim rapper being, well, a Minnesotan albino Muslim rapper, but not much at all about what he’s about.
Matthew Cooper’s brain must be an interesting place to visit, if for no other reason than its idyllic landscapes.
I’m not sure what to make of The Genius File. I like it … I like it a lot. But I’m not sure why it is that I got sucked in.
It’s agonizing to listen to an album whose production far exceeds the abilities of the artist named on the cover. The clear star of this album is producer Dr. Gonzo.
Apparently I’m not the only person out there who considers 2000’s Deltron 3030 to be one of the premier hip-hop records of the decade.
I never learned through the album’s 20 tracks what exactly 2-3 stood for, but I will say that after my 2-3rd listen, I liked what I heard.
On paper, Swan Lake — the Canadian indie super-group featuring Destroyer (née Daniel Bejar), Spencer Krug (Wolf Parade, Sunset Rubdown) and Carey Mercer (Frog Eyes) — seems